Sally
Awakening as a werewolf comes with a lot of consequences. Never in my entire life have I been in heat, but when I wake up, I can’t deny the pulsating need between my legs. It feels like I’m about to die. My skin is burning, and what makes everything worse is that I’m lying on top of Ryan.
“Fuck...” I hiss, not knowing what to do.
My handsome crush is fast asleep in the bed that we are sharing, but he isn’t wearing any clothes, and I groan when my palms stroke over his chiseled abs. His body is a work of art…damn. How am I supposed to ignore my dripping wet p***y? I need s*x!
As I pull away, my eyes roam over him. His chest rises and falls peacefully, oblivious to the raging storm inside me. He is so handsome and perfect—a Greek god carved from marble. The sunlight cast on his gol
